Tom Holland/Spiderman x reader

Stark's back?! -Stark's Daughter [p.5]

"m-my what?!" I almost yelled, guilt and sadness washing over me as I realized I didn't know my own father. Peter slightly flinched as I yanked my arm away from him to get a bit closer to the man who I once called, dad.

I took small steps towards the larger group, my eyes turning back to normal.
"Y-you.. you're my dad?" I breathed, more tears stinging my eyes. I stared at him, trying to picture any time with him I ever had.

I tried.
I tried my hardest.
But I just couldn't

"I-i.. I-i'm sorry.." I muttered, taking a small step back. I knew no one standing infront of me. Well, I couldn't remember anyone, according to Peter. I felt so guilty for fighting them, they were obviously like family.

I jumped slightly as a hand rested on my shoulder softly, and I turned to see Peter. My face flushed red.

Stop, Sarah.
Focus.
You don't have time to drool over your little crush.

Shit.
Now I feel bad for saying that..

I cleared my throat, scratching my neck awkwardly. I didn't know where to go from here. Did I ask questions?

My, 'dad', took a few small steps towards me and walked out of his suit, adjusting his neck tie he wore with his suit. He glanced at Peter, then looked back at me.
"How do you remember him? What did you do?" He asked softly, hope and fear clear in his voice. You couldn't blame him, there was a chance his daughter wouldn't remember him, at all.

Peter and I looked away from eachother, our faces burning bright red. He cleared his throat before facing me, and pursing this lips. The ones that I happened to kiss..

"Fuck it.." I mumbled, looking up at Peter. He nodded hesitantly, his face getting darker by the second, "well, we, um- we kis-..sed..?" I mumbled, feeling extremely flustered that I just admitted that, infront of my father. I wouldn't have told him I love Peter, would I?

A small smile appeared on his face, as he chuckled quietly.
"You must be pretty proud of that, huh?" He whispered loud enough for only me to hear. Huh. So I did tell him. Alrighty then.
I nervously chuckled as I rubbed my arm. A girl with short red hair approached us, sending me an obviously sad smile plastered o her face.
"Hey. It's Natasha, I'd always train with you. Maybe I can try get your memory back with that?" She suggested. It sounded like a good idea, maybe doing specific things I'd usually do with them, would bring back my memory of them.

The Avengers brought me back to the tower, where Wanda and Pietro were being watched by a big green guy. Really big green guy. He went to say something, but hammer guy went over to explain I didn't know anyone but Peter right now. As we entered the training arena, a feeling of nostalgia washed over me, it felt welcoming and familiar. Natasha and I walked on to the large training ground, my mind focusing intensely to try figure out this place.
"Ready?" Natasha asked, pulling me out of my mind.
"Yeah! Yeah.." I trailed off, remembering the training I did before coming here.

We started battling, but not an actual fight was happening. I climbed up a wall and jumped, flipping to be behind her. I ran at her, not using my speed, just normally running, and shot a web at her feet. She flipped backwards, dodging it, but my reflexes kicked in as I grabbed her foot, and swung her over my shoulder forcing her into the ground. I gasped and ran over to her, and when I saw her lying on the ground, memories flooded back.
"Holy shit! I'm so sorry, Nat!" I yelled, helping her up. She let out a hoarse chuckle, resting her arm on my shoulder.
"I'm taking it you remember me now. I never told you my nick name." She smiled. I nodded, tackling her with a hug.
"is no one going to talk about how she single handedly took Nat down? The black widow?!" A man with a bow and arrow awed. I chuckled, but it faded as I realized what I'd done.
"Oh fuck. You're right. What the fu-"
"Language." A man in a blue suit and shield scolded.

Guess that one word was enough to get me to remember him. Memories of captain came back, from when I was a little girl, to just recently.
"Holy fuck! That was epic!"
"You better watch your language, Missy."

I looked up Him, gasping. A wide smile spread across my lips as I ran to him, jumping at him with a hug.
"Hi, Cap!" I almost screamed. He hugged back tightly, a quiet laugh escaping his lips.
"Wow, I really corrected you that much?" Everyone let out a laugh.  Everyone, but Iron guy- dad. I cleared my throat as an explanation to getting my memories back hit me.
"I-i think if I do something I've done or wanted to do with you guys, it'll bring my memory back.." everyone's face went blank, except for arrow guy and Nat's, as they smirked at me.

Oh..
OH
WAIT

My face flushed all different shades of crimson as I jolted around to Peter, seeing him hiding his face I his hands.
"I-i meant! W-wait, I-i didn't mean- uhh- shit.." I frantically tried to get an excuse, but there was no use. My explanation was correct, but I didn't mean to say it like that..

"No getting out of this one, kid." Arrow guy snickered. My face turned darker.
"Would you shut up, Clint!" I whisper yelled, as everyone's face turned form confusion to shock. I tilted my head to side slightly, confused by everyone's sudden mood change.
"What?" I asked bluntly, my face just twisting in more confusion. Clint slowly smiled, walking over to me while dropping this weapons.
"Sarah," he whispered, his smile just growing wider and wider, "I never told you my name."
I gasped, tackling him in a hug. I was proud of myself, but it was no surprise I remembered him so suddenly. He'd always tease me. Especially, about Peter. He pulled back, then said loud enough for everyone to hear, "still, you basically just admitted you wanted to kiss Parker, or that you've done that quite alot before." He shrugged as I punched his arm. He hissed in pain, I guess I forgot how much stronger I was..
"Ow! What the f-"
"Language."
"What the hell was that for?! You said it yourself, I wasn't lying." He snickered, "still, though. That hurt like hell. What happened to you?" He asked, rubbing his arm where I had punched him. I just chuckled, my face still unknowingly red.

"I'll explain what happened when I get all my memory back." I smiled my signature Stark smile, though I didn't know. I heard My Dad sigh. It's weird calling a complete stranger my dad.
"Still got the Stark in you." I heard him breathe. I giggled, looking around at who to try next. I pointed hammer guy, as my dad sulked slightly. I turned to him and smiled sympathetically, "I'm sorry, I want to save you for last. I have a feeling we did some high-tech complicated things." I smiled. His face softened as he let out a soft laugh, "yeah. You got that right."

I had been told that Thor and I would always be in the kitchen together. I was always trying to teach him how to cook, apparently.

I stepped into the kitchen as Thor stood by the stove, and he gestured to where I'd be standing. I stood there, but school my head.
"Nuh uh, doesnt feel right," i mumbled, moving around a bit to where i felt comfortable.
"Here," i smiled, everyone starting to cheer. I jumped slightly, looking around at everyone confused. I shrugged, starting to do what felt right. Getting pancake batter, and whipped cream.
"So-" I started, as I turned to face hammer man. But, as my eyes landed on him, ah flash as bright as the sun passed through my vision. In that one second of a flash, all my memories of him came back. When I first met him on earth, to the days he almost burned down the avengers tower.

My shocked face twisted into a cocky smirk, "heh, I guess you really won't ever learn to cook," I scoffed. I saw Thor's face drop, and everyone laughed.

"Well.. she's back, alright.." he mumbled, "but did you really have to start off with that?"